Scamtronics

Are you tired of watching TV, not reading, talking or thinking? Thanks Not Necessarily the News and for those who upload the videos. Now, there are many TV series that shouldn't be put onto DVD, but they are. This series, I haven't seen on DVD, but would likely sell well.

cold

I helped the folks transport frozen food from the freezer to outside -- for it was cold enough. I was outside for five mintues without gloves and I nearly got frostbite. Yikes! While lovely, bright and shiny, the weather is wickedly cold. I don't think that it will get warm for some time. The freezer was defrosted and it was done in a couple of hours.

Don't Know Much

"Don't Know Much About History" is well worth hearing or reading. You may disagree with some of it. It is disheartening, disturbing, yet starkly refreshing. It is a more complete picture to fill in gaps in your forgotten history. Americans tend to do poorly on history reviews, so this might remind you and fill in missing pieces. It isn't too bad and I liked it. Of course, I like non-fiction, which helped.

Taxes

I didn't make much money, but it appears that my return will be okay. I didn't use Turbo Tax, for last year they screwed me ... where I should have paid $20, they charged me $70, so I said ... skip them! I tried Tax-Cut courtesy of H&R Block, but it wouldn't work. They gave me suggestions on how to get it to work, but it didn't do anything. So, I went with another company suggested or directed by IRS. It was a little faster than last year.

shooting game

Putting out cigarettes ... my kind of game. I have yet to win.

Rap Lexicon

I had a totally stupid partial song in my head. It got me thinking of a retort. 50-Cent did a "song" called Candy Shop. Boy, oh, boy! Yeah, I bet there are a load of ladies that would clamour of some flake calling out to them that they get the dream, no the privilege to felate him. Yeah. That's got to be a winning line with the ladies, right? Hey, you get to **** me. Now, were I try say that, I'd get slapped, arrested and sued. I wouldn't say for the mere reason that it is rude.

The lyrics stemming from, "the pleasure's all mine" is all too typical for rap. To make an effective rap song you need: background beats much like a jack-in-the-box for 3-5 minutes. You need breaks in that, mixed with two separate, but equal 2-20 second samples of music that you didn't make. It is also important that you shun conventions of education and use urban language and spellingz and be completely incapable of reading music or know instruments by sight, let alone use them.

When crafting a song, make sure to use a colorful mixture of self-serving sexual monologue, megalomania, a real and imagined item list of things you own, how you can kill and have done so to get to your high place, a river of profanity, and include the word God or Jesus somewhere so you can say, "look, I'm Christian". What I find interesting in America is that while there are many populations of people in the Nation of Islam, you don't hear too many songs on the radio with rap lyrics and "Go, Muhammad go" or "praying to Mecca makes me ...".

In rock's history of development there were the typical growing periods where it started out raw, bad, terrible sometimes, but learned and grew into a varied and somewhat cultured expression. Rap, having fewer years is still young, and in many ways regressing. When lyrics of "kill hooker", "dump body on street" (Eazy-E) was hot in the early 90s, you have "do whatever the **** I want" and putting a "cap in dat [long-winded profane term and ending phrase]", "made my money on crack and hos" rap clearly isn't developing. Maybe, I'm wrong.

Maybe this is the theme for rap ... kill, gain, self, proclaim, sell, soul-less

I like music and would like to see rap, an interesting mix of repeated beats and some odd sampling, turn out something good, memorable, that you might want your children to hear. Shooting people, pimping, drug selling, weapons, stepping on people to get where you are ... is that want you want your children hearing as they grow in a society that is growing more intolerant?

Dear rap "musicians", wake up, think ... start writing lyrics that matter. So few rappers even put together their own music, so their contribution is lyrics ... the one and only thing they do. You have time then to make good lyrics. Make them!

Snickers commercial

That was gross! Gross! Gross! Guys share food, a cylindrical object between their mouths. They did something manly. What they needed to do was something straight, not "manly". Quick! Club each other with large wrenches to remove the memory!

That's manly! Gross, gay, do not press play! How about Emerald's commercial with Goulet?

Superbowl at Mr's

Well, MR treated me to beer and pizza. The before game show was Colts-centric, but perhaps the previous 2 hours were Bears-centric. I don't know. The show introduced by Gloria Estafan required the TV viewers to be on LSD. The halftime show was, welll, as expected unentertaining. I really wonder about the throng of people who ran up to the stage. Many were so young, I doubt they knew Prince.

Well the game was good, the first fourteen seconds I thought showed exactly how the game was going to be, but it was a fluke. Within minutes, Indy looked like a team ready for a beating. It was a grim day for the Colts fans. The rain came down throughout the game. Even the hawkers of overpriced goods hid from the rain. The second quarter came up and through that there were turnovers after turnovers. The Colts then began to score.

Obviously by games's end, the Colts demonstrated that they were a tough team and not the squeakers-by that I claimed they were. They showed a faithless person such as myself that Indy could win a superbowl. I couldn't believe this team that tumbled the ball away, denying a field goal and Manning throwing so many bad passes -- three in a row that could have been interceptions. One was caught by the Bears.

Manning getting MVP for the Superbowl game ... I disagree with that. Granted, the short passes won the game, but his bad throwing at the start, I think should have prevented MVP status. When the turnovers are high, look for a receiver to get the MVP.

After all the hype and fluff and pomp and circumstance you have the awards and you have a feeling-neglected puppy plain full of it wanting to play, and so she did. Chase the ball, chew the toy, run around, bite the sweeper. Fun, fun, fun. MVP goes to Maia.

Thanks MR for the pizza, beer, and surprising game where I was wrong and the Colts won.